“Ghira? Hm… I’ve never recieved a nickname before. I’ve only given them to others. If Skychild accidentally slips out before I catch it, do not worry, that is the nickname I gave to my former enemy after he bested me the first time.” His eyelids dipped a moment, as if the demon was tired, but he was in thought. “You have permission to call me Ghira.”
He felt… welcome. He felt actually needed. Not many needed him. His horses, his cats, his two wonderful little balls of sunshine that were his dear children.
“Friends… I need to make some too.”
Skychild. For some odd reason, the nickname sent both a chill and welcomed warmth down the youth’s spine. It felt so… familiar to him. Though he wasn’t of the sky, he appreciated the name nonetheless.
“We all ne-need to make fri-friends, Ghira…” he said softly, sensing the other’s pain. Oh, they both knew how it felt to lose others so, so dear to them.
“I do-don’t understand why people are s-so afraid of you, y'know… no-not wanting to be fri-friends and everything…” He continued on, moving closer to the demon lord. “Bu-but I promise to stay friends with you f-for a long, long time…"
With that, he tightly embraced the older man, nuzzling against him with his cheek.
(Source: minet-entre-mondes)
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